Cross-Dress Mishap: Provoked the Overlord

Yu Qingzang transmigrated into a novel, becoming an insignificant extra from a minor sect who appeared no more than three times in the entire story—practically non-existent. Initially, he thought he wouldn’t interfere with the plot and could just enjoy a carefree cultivation life. But at twelve, when his sect couldn’t gather enough female disciples to participate in the Immortal Sect’s Mahjong Tournament, his eldest sister dragged him to the Ten Thousand Immortals Pavilion dressed as a girl to make up the numbers. Behind the pavilion, he met the young Long Aotian (refers to the domineering protagonist), who claimed it was love at first sight with "her." Yu Qingzang: "..." He forced a smile. "Haha, I’m still young. If you’re serious, come propose later." Long Aotian snapped off a peach blossom branch for him, eyes shining with youthful charm—only his ears were bright red. "It’s a promise!" For a moment, Yu Qingzang was dazzled by his harmless face... until he remembered the novel’s plot: this guy had endless romantic entanglements, childhood friends fighting to the death, and white roses clashing with red roses. Instantly, his heart turned to ice. With a plastic smile, he replied, "Sure, sure." Seven years later, Dragon Pride, now a troublemaking overlord, came knocking. Cheapskate Master: "Qingzang! Last time he went to the Seven Swords Sect and left them with only two swords! This old man can’t handle such a ‘heroic’ young man!" Eldest Sister: "Fear not, little junior brother! I have a magical artifact to save us!" She pulled out the latest women’s immortal fashion set from the Beauty Pavilion. Yu Qingzang: "...Scram!" To save his destitute sect, Yu Qingzang decided to debut as a female immortal idol... just kidding. Swallowing his pride, he dressed up again, intending to reject Dragon Pride as his sister advised. But the moment he stepped out, he saw the young man leaning lazily on his spear, the head of a ferocious beast—one that had harassed their sect for months—underfoot. Eyes bright as stars, Dragon Pride hastily wiped blood off his hands and called out, "Fairy!" "The Golden Core Tournament in Qingzhou gathers heroes from across the land. I-I’d like to invite you... if you’d, uh..." Clearly unused to such flowery speech, he stumbled over his words, flushing crimson yet gazing at Yu Qingzang with pure, earnest longing. Trembling, Yu Qingzang eyed the beast’s mutilated corpse (now pixelated under censorship) and wondered if that would be his fate if he spoke up: "..." —Sister, your rejection script sounds cool, but I don’t have the guts to say it QAQ Winds howl, waters chill; off goes the warrior... returning in drag.